Saturday, June 20, 2009
Flavour Fatigue
This morning I went for my piano lesson as usual with my stomach three-quarter empty. All the last minute practicing and wastage of time online has only given me sufficient time for a bowl of cereal with milk. As a result, the lesson went downhill. I was so hungry that I could not concentrate on reading the notes and listen to what my teacher has to say. Grade 8 requires a lot of patience and practice. I know I am not and will never be a good pianist but I hope I can cross this last hurdle and “graduate” from piano.
After that I bought something light to eat and rushed off to town to meet Joel to do some shopping. There are so many things that I want to buy recently and those are “Doodads” according to a game I played with my cousins at a chalet recently. The game is call “Cashflow” and I thought I have gained much valuable lessons on managing my own personal finances with it. In fact, it actually inspires me to make some investments in shares or antiques but that is really a far-fetched idea owing to the lack of capital.
Sorry I was digressing.
We went into Birkenstock because I wanted to exchange the pair I bought last Thursday to one that is a size larger. Birkenstock is rumoured to be the place with one of the worst service in Singapore. I knew about it after I googled it online after my infuriating experience at the shop last Thursday.
I was trying out the pair of sandals that I was intending to buy and I realized that I could not really get use to the contours of the sole. Hence, I jokingly made a remarks that I felt as though there were pebbles under my feet. For some unknown reason, the Boss of Birkenstock Singapore sounds really offended and sniggered
“What pebbles? There are no pebbles. It was probably you. You are flat-footed or you feet are deformed. Those are the only possibilities.”
I was taken aback because her remarks are like insults that were hurled at me and I was merely making a passing remark with no ill intentions. Any idiot would know that there aren’t pebbles stuck to the sole.
“Flavour Fatigue” was a term used by the ever linguistic Joel while we were finishing a Grande bowl of soup at The Soup Spoon at Paragon today. The volume was intimidating and we got tired of drinking the same thing after awhile. It tasted like water. Good things must really come in small quantities.
After that I bought something light to eat and rushed off to town to meet Joel to do some shopping. There are so many things that I want to buy recently and those are “Doodads” according to a game I played with my cousins at a chalet recently. The game is call “Cashflow” and I thought I have gained much valuable lessons on managing my own personal finances with it. In fact, it actually inspires me to make some investments in shares or antiques but that is really a far-fetched idea owing to the lack of capital.
Sorry I was digressing.
We went into Birkenstock because I wanted to exchange the pair I bought last Thursday to one that is a size larger. Birkenstock is rumoured to be the place with one of the worst service in Singapore. I knew about it after I googled it online after my infuriating experience at the shop last Thursday.
I was trying out the pair of sandals that I was intending to buy and I realized that I could not really get use to the contours of the sole. Hence, I jokingly made a remarks that I felt as though there were pebbles under my feet. For some unknown reason, the Boss of Birkenstock Singapore sounds really offended and sniggered
“What pebbles? There are no pebbles. It was probably you. You are flat-footed or you feet are deformed. Those are the only possibilities.”
I was taken aback because her remarks are like insults that were hurled at me and I was merely making a passing remark with no ill intentions. Any idiot would know that there aren’t pebbles stuck to the sole.
“Flavour Fatigue” was a term used by the ever linguistic Joel while we were finishing a Grande bowl of soup at The Soup Spoon at Paragon today. The volume was intimidating and we got tired of drinking the same thing after awhile. It tasted like water. Good things must really come in small quantities.
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